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A Double-headed Eagle over the Kremlin William He	Tumbling loop around spire and silent reciprocating...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
And People Wandered Aimlessly Susan Mayer Brumel	stood upon a pointed spire In black and white I saw a world of souls ablaze in funeral pyres Entangled trees of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Camden Poplars Susanna Elliott-Newth	The spire of Camden church now guards the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Goblin Market Christina Rossetti	Topp’d with gilded dome and spire Close beleaguer’d by a fleet Mad to tug her standard...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Petrarch to Laura Mary Darby Robinson	To the tall spire that pierc'd the evening skies; All was serene...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Quasimodo (speaks) Wm. Stephen (stebe) Edwards	I will in shadows of the spire love and play My lovely bells only...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Two Lovers George Eliot	Like buds upon the lily...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Above Lavender Bay Henry Lawson	A full moon in a dim blue sky A church spire and dark...	Rate it (2.00 / 1 vote)
A Christmas Carol Alfred Austin	Nor, when anew from town-girt tower Or fen-swept spire the Yule-bells peal, Are those who watch o'er England's power Too wise to pray, too proud to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Commuted Sentence Ambrose Bierce	Like some tall tower or cathedral spire Touched by the dawn while all the earth is gloomed In mists and shadows of the night...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Death in the Bush Henry Kendall	Bole and spire, Rank after rank, now pillared, ringed, and rolled In blinding blaze, stood out against the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Description Of The Countreys Recreations Sir Henry Wotton	Congeals upon each little spire of grass; Which careless Shepherds beat down as they pass; And gold ne'er here appears, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Family Record Oliver Wendell Holmes	The schoolhouse porch, the heavenward pointing spire Proclaim in letters every eye can read, Knowledge and Faith, the new world's simple...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A History of the Lyre Letitia Elizabeth Landon	—We stood beside a cypress, whose green spire Rose like a funeral column o'er the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter Ralph Waldo Emerson	Each street and spire and roof,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Medley: Come Down, O Maid (The Princess) Alfred Lord Tennyson	To sit a star upon the sparkling spire; And come, for Love is of the valley, come, For Love is of the valley, come thou down And find...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Recusant James Thomson	How yearningly I gaze upon its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rich Man's Reverie. Marietta Holley	flowers in its heart, and clear The tall church-spire in the distance gleams Pointing up to the tranquil sky's Blue roof that seems so near. And up...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Sabbath Scene John Greenleaf Whittier	She saw the white spire through the trees, She heard the sweet hymn swelling: O pitying...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Shadow of the Night Thomas Bailey Aldrich	Vanished, and faintly from a neighboring spire Fell five slow solemn strokes upon my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song Of The Snow John Hartley	Gently it rests on the roof and the spire, And filling the streets with its slush and the mire, Freezing the life out of poor,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire Percy Bysshe Shelley	Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire, Around whose lessening and invisible height Gather among the stars the clouds of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Evening Churchyard. Percy Bysshe Shelley	Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire, Around whose lessening and invisible height Gather among the stars the clouds of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Ramble William Cullen Bryant	Still as its spire, and yonder flock At rest in those calm fields appear As chiselled from the lifeless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Ramble. William Cullen Bryant	Still as its spire, and yonder flock At rest in those calm fields appear As chiselled from the lifeless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)